Poetry

YOUR SHIRT

YOUR SHIRT
As I rub the sleep gently from my eyes With coffee in hand I await the sunrise
I sit quietly enjoying the peaceful morning The pain reaches out, into my heart
it is roaring
All I want is to dream of you in sleep Instead I sit here and quietly weep
The sun has come up my day has begun I best get a move on lots to be done
But on this day it seems I have found To missing you my heart will be bound
I go to the closet it is time to get dressed Your shirt you left hangs clean
and unpressed
With tears in my eyes I take it down Your cowboy shirt light color of brown
I remember the day you last had it on So strong so handsome before you had gone
I wrap it around me like a warm embrace I close my eyes to see your sweet face
Soon you'll be home to stop all the hurt Until
that day I'll stay wrapped in your shirt

Dee Perkins
5-28-2002


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